A POW story

I am a noted soldier sir.

Jeffrey Linton is my name.

My attempts to help my country

Have brought my name to shame

The attempt on that Chi-Com

Is a thing I’ll never deny

But which I will be sorry of

Until the day I die

I started for Hamburger Hill.

That horrible messed up place

It was there on the line

The crazy soldiers I did meet

The Korean War still going

We all sat down to play

A game of good old poker

In the foxhole to shut out the bad day

Across the No-Mans-Land

A target we did see.

I says to John, “We’ll take him

When I count to three.”

There was a problem

We did see

When it was far too late

There were more men in the trees

Now we sit here thinkin’

In our POW camp

If only we were wantin’

To play another poker game.